It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. This time our prompt is drum.
Finally numb to feelings
Of love:
thoughtlessly
(sometimes purposely!)
shattered too many times —
there’s nothing left
to break.
Yet, somehow it continues
To beat its lonely rhythm,
a monotone drum solo
for an audience of one
who wishes
It would stop its
feckless thumping.
Maybe sometimes we need to be in love with our own hearts. There is sadness but also beauty in this line…”a monotone drum solo for an audience of one”.
I agree with Mish, that this is sad and beautiful. The second half is very real.
I like your description of the heart beating. It does seem there for an audience of one.
we have all had a heartbreak in our live that is what makes poets!! this poem keeps our hearts beating in a monotone drum solo.
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It’s a dilemma, the beating heart, but it’s also a fact you need it to keep doing its thing.
Sometimes when I am meditating, I put my hand over my heart to feel that solo. There can be comfort in that beat. It’s a sign you are alive.
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There’s nothing so sad as the lonely rhythm of a broken heart. I love the phrases ‘monotone drum solo for an audience of one’ and ‘feckless thumping’.
I remember the feeling laying awake listening to my own heartbeat.
A breakup mood.
Ergo, the Ogre 
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